If I'd have one wish.
Just one.
See, sometimes I think I'm weird.
Incomprehensible.
Or, well, just too awkward and poetic.
But, if I cannot communicate in this way, what I really am then?
Is it me or...
It is, probably, me.
I'm not silent but my words just echo against the walls.
If I had a wish...
Just one...
I'd want someone beside me.
A someone who speaks the way I speak.
A someone who'll feel...
Ah.
Who is ready.
To feel.
To suffer.
To run.
To crawl and whisper.
To...
Be.
Because there is no reason.
Because the only reason is us.
Our thoughts.
Our being.
What's tomorrow..
...
If I had a wish...
I don't mind being poor.
I don't mind being, useless.
I don't mind being.
I'd just like...
Ah.
A silly wish.
Nevermind.
When the end comes, maybe I'll have my one wish.
About the Creator
Michi(ri)n-San
Graduated in writing in London
Trying my best to become my best
All art I use is mine.
I write poetry, short-stories, screenwriting and other ~
Any comment accepted.
Please, help me become the writer I want to become
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